Which is why I always try to follow a day of intense Google Maps work with several random acts of kindness to negate the negative thoughts that abound whilst I’m toiling in that territory.

I can only sit in stunned silence at the lack of moral fiber of some people.

p/s Thanks for the Dickens lessons. We were more a Sinter Klaas family growing up.

Ah, Dickens…a hero of the idiom, a welcome respite from the utilitarian language of our present day.

Marley’s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and, though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its horror seemed to be in spite of the face and beyond its control, rather than a part of its own expression.

As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again.

Well, as you know, I am in favor of making my own karma for maps

If there’s such a thing as karma, I hope it takes a look at Maps once in awhile.